Miss Jess

Everyone is writing such nice things about you on this blog, but I am a very selfish person and so I am going to write about me – missing you. I think that you must know that you are my go to person here in Marcheland, which might surprise some people because this is after all a place filled with my family members. I decorated the restaurant yesterday and could only think of you and those damn wreaths last year, you may be the most patient person I know. I open a box of things for the store and imagine you, price gun in hand asking if you can price (why do you love the price gun so much? Is it because it is the closest thing to a power tool that we have in the store?).

I wanted to post my phone photos of you from our trip to New Orleans but I am not that technically astute – you could do it for me if you were here dammit. I have one of you drinking beer in a fried chicken dive, one in front of a po'boy dive, and one of drinking a sazerac at the swizzle stick – they are all good, do you ever look bad (excepting when you are holding 100 pounds of bread so that you have wrestlers neck)? I had so much fun with you on our girl trip, we really have to have another one soon.

I don’t make friends easily (I am too shy, too insecure and too much of a homebody) but you are such a friend to me. I care about you so very much and hope that I am even half as good a friend to you. If you need anything at all I would be honored to be asked. I would brave the freeway for you lady.
Missing you, Leah